Forbidden Passion

Chapter 687 The Illusion of a Family of Three

Phoebe grabbed a box of canned fish, ready to toss it into the shopping basket. Trinity, standing next to her, chimed in, "Mrs. Reynolds, Ollie can't eat that stuff." Phoebe turned, puzzled. "Why not?"

"Didn't Mr. Reynolds tell you? Ollie had a rough time with a gastrointestinal tumor. He can't handle the high protein in canned fish; it's too much for him."

Phoebe froze for a second, then put the canned fish back on the shelf.

She gently stroked Ollie's back, smoothing his fur. "Sorry, I had no idea."

"It's alright." Trinity reached out and scratched Ollie's chin, and he offered her his front paw.

Phoebe glanced at the array of snacks, feeling a twinge of sadness. She licked her dry lips. "Was it really that bad?"

Trinity looked over at Theodore, who was swiping his card nearby, and said, "Yeah, it was pretty serious. There was a typhoon that day. We were supposed to close early, but a dog in the store got sick, and Piper treated it. We didn't finish until two or three in the morning."

"We were about to close when Mr. Reynolds walked in, soaked to the bone, carrying Ollie. That was the first time I saw him look so lost. While Piper worked on Ollie, he stood under the eaves, chain-smoking," Trinity continued. "After a while, he finally got the nerve to call someone. He kept dialing but never said a word. It wasn't until I brought him the surgery consent form that I heard the phone prompt saying the number was out of service."

Phoebe's heart tightened, and she instinctively followed Trinity's gaze to the corridor outside the window. The sunset cast a fiery red glow on the hallway.

She could almost see Theodore at three in the morning, drenched in rain, repeatedly dialing that unreachable number.

Phoebe said hoarsely, "Thanks for telling me."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Reynolds. I still hope Ollie can have a complete family." Trinity seemed to see right through her.

Phoebe looked down at Ollie, who was clawing in her arms, feeling even more guilty. She wasn't sure if it was for Ollie or Theodore.

Trinity added, "Ollie is quite plump. These snack cans aren't good for him, but you can get him some toys."

"Alright," Phoebe replied.

plump again, Ollie bristled, his eyes fierce,

Trinity just giggled.

couldn't do anything to Trinity. He

vaccine ready, and Phoebe carried Ollie

quickly wriggled out of Phoebe's

a large hand grabbed the back of his neck, pinning

"When it

actions. It was clear he had brought Ollie for shots many

touched her cool neck, looking at the unusually well-behaved Ollie, and

pet hospital, Phoebe held the cat, and Theodore had an extra bag of cat toys in his

want to buy him a ton of

car around, took the bag from Theodore, and placed it on the front seat. Phoebe

in. As Jack was getting settled, he casually

the time on her wrist and said, "Let's do dinner another

pressed into a thin

Imperial Apartment.

whole afternoon at the pet hospital, and everyone there called them Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds, like

the pet hospital shattered that little

going their separate ways, each heading back to their own

excuse or not, calling it out wouldn't help either of

"Alright," he said.

the underground parking lot

"Ms. Ziegler, thanks for today. I'll pick you up

The cat seemed to sense something and

with Ollie, his long fingers gently stroking the cat's head, smoothing his